He is makinglove to me.
He releases my lips, stills inside of me.
His bright eyes find mine, they are churning in distress and love. Blended together in a way that it leaves me breathless.
“Why is there so much pain in your eyes, Sunday?”
“Because I love you,” I gasp. “And it hurts Axel. It hurts so fucking much to realize how easy it was for me to fall in love again. How easy it was for me to move on from Tripp.”
Axel’s lips curl in understanding. “You aren’t moving on Sunday. My brother will always have a piece of your heart. We will always give you the space for him there. You are simply allowing yourself to live. To love again. But I wish I could take it all away. I wish you never had to be hurt again.” Axel pauses, watches me.
He is overwhelming me. His cock buried inside, his skin against mine, his breath, his scent. Everything about him is strong and overpowering.
“Sunday, I would swallow every last drop of your pain. Even if it was poison. Even if it would kill me. You know that don’t you? As long as I am by your side, you don’t need to suffer. Let me take it from you.” He’s thrusting again, the angle lands him in a new spot inside of me.
Before he was lathering my pleasure up slowly and spreading it out all across my nerves. But now he is hammering it, finding the source of it, and beating into it over and over again.
He maneuvers between us, finds my clit. “Stop thinking, Little Lamb and just allow yourself to feel. To enjoy this.”
This time, I listen. Emptying my mind and allowing myself to just feel. To dissolve into this moment with him.
Axel is the chaos that I had spent so long hiding from, but no longer.
He pinches downhardand bucks into me again.
I don’t expect the dam to release, don’t realize how taut he has tugged my nerves, don’t notice the scream until after it leaves my lips.
Axel thrusts a few more times before he grunts and stills as he finds his own release.
Axel kisses me on the nose as he gently separates from me, careful as he places my legs back on the mattress. “I love you, Sunday.”
My pulse quickens, I reach for him, but my body is melded to the mattress. My legs sore. My shoulder aching. A boneless mess. Suddenly, I’m terrified that if he disappears from sight, I won’t see him again.
He clocks my anxiety. “I understand, I don’t like being away from you either but I’ll be right back.”
He gets up carefully, discarding the condom, his attention still on me.
But my eyes are on the thread that connects us. The purple light. Except now it isn’t nearly as bright, but it still connects us.
“Grayson,” Axel says as he goes to his bathroom.
My eyes flicker to the door. Grayson is inside and leaning against it. His attention hyper-focused on my naked form.
My cheeks heat in embarrassment.
“This isn’t exactly what I meant.” Grayson quirks his lips, but a wrinkle has formed between his brows.
I can’t tell if it’s worry or something else entirely.
“How long were you there?” I’m searching for my clothes now, but they aren’t on the bed.
Grayson bends down, retrieving my shorts and shirt, he hands them to me. His eyes have been focused on my own, but they flick down for less than a second.
“Not long.”
I’m not sure if I believe him, but I don’t argue. My nerves are shot.
Now that the dust is settling, the familiar guilt wraps up my stomach.
